She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 94

Just as Lyra reached the ground floor, Charles and Victoria hurried in. Having already accepted Jasmine in their hearts, running into Lyra so suddenly left them momentarily speechless.

Just then, the sound of a porcelain teacup shattering echoed from upstairs.

Startled, Charles and Victoria didn't pause for a second, rushing straight up the stairs.

Lyra glanced toward the second floor...

She had once clung to Alistair like a lifeline, hoping time and time again that Rowan would spare her a glance out of respect for his grandfather.

Until eventually, even Alistair accepted Jasmine.

The day she and Rowan were supposed to get married, it had rained heavily. Jasmine chose that exact day to leave the country and move far away. Rowan had ridden a heavy motorcycle on his way to the airport, gotten into an accident, and ended up hospitalized.

Lyra had heard Alistair say to Rowan with deep remorse, "It was Grandpa's fault. Grandpa was too stubborn. I never should have forced you into an alliance with the Fairchild family."

Compared to his grandson's life, that old promise obviously meant nothing.

Rowan had won.

Vivienne and Maisie walked in, happening to catch Lyra standing alone in the grand foyer, staring blankly into space.

"Lyra..." Maisie called out sweetly. She had already heard about what happened at the philanthropy gala.

But she was momentarily unsure of whose side she should take.

Snapping back to reality, Lyra didn't respond or even spare her a glance, simply walking straight across the hall.

"Lyra..." Maisie tried to say something else, but Vivienne yanked her daughter back.

By the time Maisie looked again, Lyra was already gone.

"Mom, this is your fault! Now she's ignoring me."

Vivienne rolled her eyes. "Are you an idiot?"

"You need to be building a relationship with Jasmine, not Lyra. Do you understand? The one marrying your cousin is Jasmine, not Lyra. Just treat Lyra like a casual acquaintance."

Maisie's gaze was conflicted, hesitating to speak to her mother. She wanted to mention how Lyra had helped her last time; if it hadn't been for Lyra, her face would have been ruined.

But Lyra had warned her not to tell a single soul, or else she would never help her again if something similar happened.

Alistair was so furious his beard practically trembled.

"You little punk, you're asking for a beating! The Jameson family's private matters are none of your business! Keep it up and I'll call Silas and tell him to pick a new heir... I think Leo would do a fantastic job."

Despite his words, everyone knew Silas favored Lucas.

Alistair hadn't given up on persuading his grandson. "That woman saved you, and it's perfectly fine that you want to repay her, but there are countless ways to do that. You already have an engagement with Lyra. You can just write the woman a massive check..."

Rowan cut him off coldly. "Grandpa!"

"Rowan, let's go! We can't stay here..." Seeing how stubborn Alistair was, Lucas shot a look at Maisie and dragged Rowan out of the room.

Maisie quickly rushed forward to support her grandfather, saying in a sweet voice, "Grandpa, it's been so long since I've seen you, and I have so much to tell you... You finally came over, so stop worrying about Rowan and care about me for a second."

"What kind of problems could you possibly have?" Alistair's white beard twitched.

Vivienne stepped in at the perfect moment. "Dad, we were so afraid of worrying you that we didn't dare tell you. Someone almost ruined Maisie's face..."

"What?!"